Calling all olive branches and laid off doves. There is work to do before we say goodbye. But who can see them turning to the face of love. Though I hear them pleading with me, don't let us die.
Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves. There is work to do before we say good-bye.. But who can see them turning to the face of love?. Though I hear them pleading with me, "Don't let us die,".
I can't sleep, 'cause I won't wake up again. I can't read but the writing's on the wall. I lied but I told the truth again. Got so much, I got nothing.